forum One-On-One Anyone?// PG-13//Any Genre

Started January 22, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Shit I am so so so sorry this took so long school is impossible rn

I used your template though she's not as developed as your character. I need to develop her for a story though so I'll get there
Name: Lillian Nelson
Other name(s): Lili
Age: 14 but I can make her older for the story.
Gender: Female
Race/species: Full-blooded human
Blood type: AB+
Sexuality and relationship status: Straight, dating
Nationality: Danish and Canadian
Family:
Parents: Molly and Lucian Nelson - STATUS: Alive
Mother is 46, father is 40
Cousin: Mia Nelson-Janes - STATUS: Alive
Facial deformity, orphan (military parents-mommy's twin sister and her husband)
Companions: no pets, rather cautious of animals
Affiliation(s): Qhizva
Nathan Seyres and Santar
Isabella Gray
Appearance:
Skin colour: Olive
Hair colour, type and length: purplish auburn, mid waist, wavy and sleek
Eye colour: blue
Height: 5’5
Weight: 117 lbs
Build: broad shoulders, muscly but not stocky (she's a swimmer)
General clothing: Fitted white tank top, grey jeggings, beige boots, baggy burgundy coat with a cinched golden belt
Physical abilities:
Amazing swimmer and runner, very fit
Weapon(s) and items?: a terrible, terrible shot; fast so prefers blades, nothing specifically
Skill(s): very good at any sport, very street smart, extremely convincing and fluent in 5 languages (french, english, spanish, danish, italian)
Weaknesses: Very quick to trust, terrified of being at fault and blamed
Personality: Overprotective with a strong motherly instinct, very curious and quick to learn, fidgety, extroverted, quick to lose her temper but then quick to forgive you, proud and excellently faked confidence
Likes: books, music, people, colours
Dislikes: alcohol, close-minded people, animals bigger than a poney
Bio/backstory: it'll be developed in the story?
Feats and accomplishments: various swimming/running awards, has won a few writing competitions (nothing extremely cool)

Awesome!

Shall we start? We could do a basic storyline folllowing a nuclear fall out of the world so humanity built floating cities to avoid the destroyed ground?

I like it!

Nice! We have that part out. How should our characters meet?

Idrm! Maybe out on the streets though not somewhere terribly public cause I feel like Marcus probably isn't out a lot? But he's your character so I don't know

Lowkey fell asleep

He's really not out very much. Unless its in the alleys. Could have Lilly bump into him on his way to a gang meeting. He's usually pretty beat up too.

Alright. Do you want to start?

//Ah sure! Please excuse my writing, it might be a bit rough, I've had little to no sleep//

The air was cold and crisp this evening. Lighter had to rub his hands together to keep them warm. He missed the heat the ground had provided. Up in the floating cities it got cold and rather hard to breath. Tonight was no exception to that. He groaned, slipping between two buildings.

Out of the street lights it felt unsafe. New Jordan was just that kind of city. He cursed under his breath, leaning against a building. It was too quiet tonight. Shouldn't at least Marx be up and out?

Glancing around, Lighter couldn't shake the feeling he was being either followed, or watched. He pulled his lighter from his pocket, igniting it. It was something.

(Nah you're fine!!

Lillian speed-walked along the streets, tightening her coat around her. Dusk lay freshly fallen, and a thin layer of fog coated the pavements. She focused on the music blasting into her ears, looking straight head, wanting to get home.
Her phone buzzed: Nathan.
Speed up. Molly's not happy.
Sighing loudly, shaking off the cold, she broke into a jog, looking down at her feet.

Fire enchanted him. The small light it gave off was enough to give him chills. Or was it the chill seeping into his bones? He didn't know. The fire was extinguished and he moved to carry on. The gang was waiting. He didn't have time to self harm.

Within a few moments of exiting the alley, Lighter had already collided with someone. He blinked, shocked out of his mind. Pain flared in his abdomen, the result of his broken rib his father had given him.

Lillian fell backwards, winded. "Christ, look where you're going!" she snapped and looked up at the stranger she'd ran into. A relatively young ginger man stood in front of her, covered from head to toe in bruises and cuts. She took a step back, surprised.
"Um, sorry." She then noticed he was painfully thin. "You alright?" she asked nonchalantly.

Lighter was thrown off by her tone. He took a step back, an arm instinctively covering his face. He was used to being hit when someone snapped at him. Her apology made him cringe. "I'm fine…" He mumbled, looking down at his feet.

Lili's heart dropped at the man's move to shield himself. "I'm sorry I snapped?"
He looked nervous, uncomfortable. He looked away from her, shuffled his feet.
"I'm sorry for snapping, I'm-" she reconsidered her words. "Was. Was in a rush. I'm Lili."

“It’s fine.” He repeated the phrase again, under his breath. He was weary of her kindness. “They call me Lighter.”

He glanced down the alley, worried. Marx wouldn’t be too happy if he missed today’s meeting. Then again, he might forgive him this one time.

Lillian couldn't help but be bothered by the countless injuries he sported. "Are you sure okay?" she gave a dry nod towards his cuts and bruises.

“Yes, I am.” This time his voice was harsh. Lighter’s entire life had been filled with violence. He had no idea how to act around this female. “They just need treated.”

"OK, well, get them treated," Lili advised seriously. Slightly intimidated by his harsh tone, she started to back away; she couldn't be sure how this would end.

He nodded softly. Seeing her weariness of him changed his attitude a bit.

“Ah, don’t leave yet.” He said suddenly, biting his lip. He didn’t want her out alone here. Especially with Marx around. “There is a gang that hangs around here. Don’t get in trouble.”

There is. Lili heard it. She turned back around to face him. "I heard about them. Have you every actually seen them?"

He nodded. Dont tell her. “I’ve seen them a few times.” He lied. He hadn’t only seen them, he was one of them. He hid his wrist, where they had marked him a part of the gang with a blade and a few scars. “I’ve ran into them a few times. I know the safer sections of the city, however. I don’t want you thrown off the edge.” He mumbled. Once broken out of his shell, he was rather kind.

A gentle smile split her face. "Thanks. I've been around here a few times but early in the day, so no real risk. I've never really seen them though. My mom's ridiculously protective."

“It really isn’t smart to be out here right now.” He said firmly, folding his arms. “I’ll help you but I do need to know which direction you’re going in.”